Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mars,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Pagans,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.